Here's my entry for this weeks pencil lines challenge 141 and it fits Shimelle's red day for the month of colour. I haven't managed to complete all of the pages I intended for this months challenge. I wanted to scrap this photo for a little while now, it sat on my counter waiting for the inspiration to fall out of the sky. Then suddenly it did last night, I finished the page at midnight. Why doesn't inspiration come at a time that would allow me an early night one day? I guess that will be one of life's mysteries, like how do you lose socks in the washing machine?
Preserving all things precious